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Painkiller

from Painkiller by Rat Patrol

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Slimy toad smiles at me from the screen, tries to look important with her 'Call TV'. Playing with a fruit machine... while I'm sitting on the couch with a terrible hangover. Oh ... I feel bad, got a pain in the head. Small talk bullshit interrupted by commercials, worthless gametime with empty headed contestants who got nothing better to do than call this bitch on a Sunday morning. But it's worth the money man, win a mixer or a car stereo... and the toad with her nice tits squeezes out twenty persons in a row. Oh ... I feel sick with an urge to vomit. Come on and play, and pay my wage. Make a call, Make Call TV! I feel bad, got a pain in the head. I feel sick, with an urge to vomit. The flashes on the screen take my braincells astray, guess painkillers will be my friends today... (Words: Jansel; Music: Jansel/Rat Patrol)

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from Painkiller, released April 1, 1997

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